Forever Blake (Once Upon a Player Book 3) by Elena Matthews (free books to read .TXT) 📗

the moment between Ever and me that it didn’t even register. No wonder this time around feels different, more explosive. Though I know it’s not just because we didn’t use a condom. This time feels different because I’m risking it all for Ever. And do you know what? I want to. I want to fall and bring her along for the ride.

“Shit. I. Didn’t. Use. A. Condom. Should. I. Pull. Out?” I practically pant while my hips continue thrusting, never slowing down their pace.

“No…” she breathlessly moans. “I’m on the pill.”

Relieved I can finish inside her, tiny groans escape Ever’s perfect, pouty mouth, and her head falls back against the bookshelf as I drive my cock harder and deeper, getting closer to the end by every second. It only takes me a few more hits against her G-spot, and her pussy begins to contract around my dick, making me come to a halt as I shoot my load in her pussy—all the while, she comes around my cock, milking me for everything I have. Burying my head into her tits, I growl through my climax but not before pressing my hand over Ever’s mouth to quiet down her screaming orgasm.

A few seconds later, while we take a minute to let our breathing catch up, I drop Ever’s leg down and pull back slightly, glancing up to her reddened cheeks.

“God, I forgot how epic sex with you was. I’ve missed doing that,” I declare, no shits given.

Letting out a giggle, she brushes her fingers through my hair. “Me too.”

“Are you working at Happy Hours tonight?”

Ever smiles. “No, I don’t work on Wednesdays.”

“Well, guess what.”

“What?”

“We’re going to do it again tonight.”

I’m sure Kiki won’t mind cancelling drinks this evening.

“Just need to decide, your place or mine?”

“What about my father?”

I tilt my head to the side, pretending to think hard. “I’m not sure how comfortable I’d be, doing it at his place.”

She smacks me on the shoulder, an amused smile on her lips. “You know what I mean.”

I lean in for a quick kiss before pulling back. “Look, I don’t know what this thing is between us, and I’m not ready to start questioning it just yet, but I do know one thing. I would happily flip burgers for a living if it meant I could be with you. Even if it’s only for six more weeks before you head off to Harvard.”

“That’s probably the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. However, you’re way too good at your job to flip burgers.”

I chuckle. “That’s probably the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me,” I say, copying her words.

Ever snorts as she pushes at my chest. I take the hint and finally pull out of her, holding her steady as she stands to her full height.

“What about our age difference? Does that still bother you?” she asks as she repositions her clothes into place, and I do the same.

“It did but not anymore. What about you? Does it bother you that I’m ten years older than you?”

She doesn’t even have to think about it before she says, “No, not in the slightest. In fact, I deserve a man who knows what he’s doing in the bedroom. I mean, no one my age has ever made me feel the things that you make me feel.”

I cock a brow while I zip my trousers back up. “Is that right, huh?”

“I didn’t say that to inflate that already-big ego of yours.”

I let out a deep chuckle, pulling her into me. “Too late, baby. When you tell a guy he’s the best you’ve ever had, it’s the perfect ingredient for his ego.”

“I never said you were the best.”

“Oh, that’s exactly what you meant. You didn’t answer my question. Your place or mine?”

Her hands caress up and down my arms as she looks up at me with those gorgeous eyes of hers. “Before I answer, I have a question of my own.”

“Okay, shoot.”

“I’m just checking you understand that this thing between us must end before I head to law school. My end plan has always been Harvard. I’m still going, and nothing will change that.”

Even though the thought of saying good-bye to Ever breaks my soul into two, I know I will regret it if I don’t make the most of these last six weeks. You know, the whole it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all shit. Not that I love Ever.

“I understand. You’re going to make an amazing lawyer, and I’m certainly not going to get in the way of you reaching your dreams.”

“Thank you. And to answer your question, your place.”

After I fucked Ever up against my front door and then on my kitchen counter, we shower before relaxing in the living room. Ever is curled up at the side of me on the sofa, dressed in only my shirt—yes, the one I wore to work today—watching the first episode of Suits after refueling our bodies with much-needed carbs in the form of pizza.

We’re not even thirty minutes into the pilot when I pause it. My brows knitted with confusion, I glance at Ever beside me.

“Okay, tell me if I have this right. This Mike was literally running from the police with a briefcase filled with weed, ended up in an interview room with the best Harvard Law graduates, and somehow got the job of an associate without a law degree?”

“Pretty much,” Ever says while caressing a hand up my arm.

“You do realize that would never fucking happen, right? It’s so far from reality that it’s unreal.”

She lets out a laugh. “Well, obviously, but it’s TV. No one is going to watch a TV show where everything is above the law.”

I shake my head. “Still though, it’s unbelievable. And how many seasons are there?”

“Nine.”

I gawk at that. “Nine? And he never gets caught?”

“Oh, he gets caught all right…and then it turns into a Prison Break scenario.”

My ears prick up at that. I have a